I want to tell you a story
Of a boy who was once in love
I want to tell you a story
Of a boy who was once in love
And how the girl that I loved
Robbed me of the happiness I dreamed of
She called me fine, sweet and mellow
But that didn't mean a thing
She called me fine, sweet and mellow
But that didn't mean a thing
Because I knew when she whispered: Love
That meant a watch, bracelet or diamond ring
I didn't mind my baby's wants
If she'd only played fair with me
I didn't mind my baby's wants
If she played fair with me
She took advantage of my goodness
And made a pitiful fool out of me
Baby, go ahead, go ahead